My brother and sister were always in the “good old days”, where all the inside jokes and stories and nicknames were made. They had more photographs than me since mine were still in the making. I looked up to my two, very dear, siblings, considering that my brother, a tall lanky filmmaker, was 4 years older than me and my disney fanatic, red lipstick wearing sister is 12 years older than me. They are the sole reason why I’m actually glad to be teased. If anyones gonna pick on me i’m more than happy it's them. I know they do it out of love and I wouldn't change it for the world.

We fight over the stupidest things like, whose turn it is to do the dishes or taking too long on the hair straightener. We always fight over who gets to sit in the front of the car because the rear seat always gets us sick. We never take a single decent picture of all of us. And we always piss eachother off. They could be a pain at times, but so am I and we all get on eachothers nerves which could be exhausting but it's nothing a Taylor Swift sing off wouldn't heal. We have our flaws but, I love my siblings with all my heart and I wouldn't change a thing about them.